We are 3Ls - back in school and bitter as ever. While we all will be practicing in different areas after we graduate, one common bond unites us: we can't wait to be done. We come here to bitch and not do much else. So if you're looking for deep thoughts or insightful political commentary, find a different blog to read.

Today Would Have Been a Good Day to Skip Class

Ever have one of those classes where you leave the room feeling like your head just exploded?

Room 321: that’s the room where the remnants of my brain are left splattered on the wall.

My Estate Planning Prof filled up three huge whiteboards with a diagram that looked like something out of Good Will Hunting. He lost us all after about five minutes, yet his explanation continued on for over fifty. Credit trusts, marital shares, disclaimers, equalization clauses, pecuniary, definitional gifts and twelve IRC sections later, he says, “That was way too easy. Now let’s complicate things…”

I looked around me at the stunned students and started laughing. He wasn’t joking. Yet, I kept laughing. Loudly. He didn't seem phased.

Frantic IMing and emailing ensued:

“This is infuckingcredible.”

“Are we secretly on Boiling Points right now? 'cause if they want to come out and say, congratulations you didn't throw a temper fit, here is $100 I would be okay with that.”

“I don't know what is going on. I’m scared.”

Calculating: “I think I just lost it. My marbles that is.”

Broad-Shouldered Law Student (BSLS): “You and everyone else. I hope we won't be asked to do this on the test.”

Calculating: “There is no test. Thank God.”

BSLS: “But we do have to do something. Hopefully it's something like opening a savings account.”

Shoegirl: “I'm sooo glad I took cold pills before this.”

Calculating: “Nice and numb, huh?”

Shoegirl: “oh yeah, everything's just pretty”

Calculating: “I had a terrible headache before class started but now I think my head will explode.”

LittleMiss: “Well lucky you, because then you won't be able to hear him anymore.”

But it wasn’t over yet. Class ended 30 minutes later with the prof finishing up by saying, “See how important and exciting this spot on the drafting tour is?”

We Came. We Were Snarky. We Disbanned.

The short story: we blogged pretty voraciously while in law school until halfway through our 3L year when law school drama interceded. We abruptly shut down, fearing exposure that would impact our full-time employment options.

Sometimes, there is, unfortunately, no humor in law school or the legal profession.

That was years ago. Since then, we're all gainfully employed. Of the LawBitches, one is a partner and two others are associates in small firms, two are solo practitioners, one works for the government, one is an in-house counsel, one work in non-traditional job in corporate America, and two are also adjunct professors at a law school.

The point is: we all survived. But if you ask us if we're happy? Or if we'd do it over again? Well, you'd get differing responses.

The bottom line: Before you decide to go to law school, be aware -- be very aware -- of what you are getting yourself into.